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I growled and thrust before I could stop myself. Heather had taken me by surprise by wrapping her fingers around my leaking cock.
“I’ll take this,” she said, looking at me through her eyelashes.
“Careful what you wish for,” I told her. “Show me where you want it to go.”
Her lips parted minutely, and she panted, her pupils dilating. I had her again. I knew and understood which buttons to push to make her mine.
Was certain she was already mine and no one else’s.
“Show me,” I breathed, and she drew my cock toward her wet, warm pussy.
I sank into her with what almost felt like a relief. Like I had been underwater for too long and was only just now surfacing for a breath.
There was no other way to explain it—we just fucking fit together. Like two halves that have finally found each other to become a perfect whole.
Soulmates.
At worst, it was stupid, perhaps. And at best, naive. But here I was, sheathed completely inside the woman I was sure I loved and certain I had found the half of my own soul that I had been missing.
I moved at my own pace, and Heather matched me, swinging her hips up to meet me as she squeezed my ribs with her knees.
“Tell me you want this.”
“I want it.”
We uttered the words like prayers, chased after the same ending together, and moved together like a single being instead of two souls in two different bodies.
“Need you.” It was a long time before I realized those words came from my mouth, and longer still to understand their truth. I did need Heather and had needed her from the start.
She couldn’t leave.
“I’m not going to leave you,” she said, and I realized I’d spoken without even knowing I’d done so. The thought made me want to fight. It raised my hackles and made me deny the things I wanted right now even more because I didn’t like delayed gratification. If there was a chance of me feeling good as soon as possible, I took the shortest routes between point A and point B.
Heather was dangerous to me—dangerous and irresistible, craved, and wanted wholeheartedly.
Our bodies moved together as if operated from some other place, rising and falling in perfect synchronicity, both of us getting exactly what we needed from every touch, every pump, and every gasp.
“There’s no one here but us,” I panted at her, lengthening my strokes and drawing out every noise I could get her to make. “Don’t hold back. I want to hear how good you feel.”
I leaned forward, hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, and bore down.
Heather howled, and my body responded, but I couldn’t break pace. If this was what she wanted, then this was what I was going to deliver. A single shudder rose between us, and I was done being surprised at the connection we had as we both came almost exactly at the same time, shouting wordless feelings and sensations, grabbing at each other, and pushing each other further than we had ever gone.
When we both came down, Heather relaxed beneath me, her entire body limp, her breathing deep and slow.
I carefully arranged both of us into a more comfortable position—me on my back, and Heather cuddled up to my side.
And yet, after all that movement and arranging of torpid limbs, she hadn’t uttered a word. Sure, I was sated. A slow heaviness sluiced through my veins and urged me to sleep, but I couldn’t without checking in. It was crucial to me that she felt as good as I did.
That she wanted to stay this way.
“Stay with me, Heather Rainey,” I said softly. Everything felt so fucking right with her tucked underneath my arm, one of her legs splayed across mine. It was the kind of after-sex state that you reached only as a couple truly at ease with each other. I relished the way Heather hadn’t bothered to pull up a sheet to cover herself and how she pressed against me and just breathed. This was mine. She was mine. And I was never going to let anything change that.
The irony that this was the first time we’d fucked in a bed wasn’t lost on me. Maybe I would’ve known sooner all the perfect ways we fit together if we hadn’t kept pulling each other’s clothes off in inconvenient places, like her rental car or on that leather chair, which I really truly hadn’t been able to look at the same way ever since.
Of course, it was its own sign that we hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other, no matter how much it made sense to stay away from each other.
“I’m still here, aren’t I?” Heather murmured back, and I startled a little. I’d been so sure she’d fallen asleep that I hadn’t expected an answer. “Graham?”
